My Healing Games

Chapter 383 The Butterfly's Sin
The biggest difference between the underground and above-ground areas of the Dead Building is that a faint black mist hangs in the air between the floors, and every item here is tainted with deathly energy and emits a foul odor.

The lights in the basement corridor seemed to be broken, but it wasn't too dark; a faint light shone through the cracks in the doors of the distant apartments.

In the dimly lit corridor, that little bit of light was the only thing that could bring peace of mind.

Han Fei held the boy's hand, and the two looked like kind passersby helping a lost child find his way home.
In reality, one hand is clenched in a fist, ready to draw a knife at any moment, while the other's deepest malice is slowly surging forth.

As Han Fei walked further and further away, the male student in the elevator followed him out with Yinghuo and Laisheng.

"Han Fei, wait for me!" the male student shouted from behind, but Han Fei seemed to be intentionally keeping a safe distance from them.

In the basement, white couplets were pasted on both sides of the door of every household, and a monster resembling a child was painted on the center of the door. He had an incredibly innocent face and wore a colorful outfit.

"Is there anything special near your house? This search isn't going to work." Han Fei controlled his speed, neither straying too far from the male students nor completely disappearing from their sight.

The boy lowered his head and thought for a long time before speaking: "My family consists of my dad and mom... and a big wardrobe."

"Is that all?" Han Fei wasn't really asking the boy; he had already discovered another way the boy could be used.

Slowly stopping, Han Fei noticed a half-open door to the side. There were many similar rooms on the fourth basement floor, which seemed to be the residence of the Soul Chasers.

"Look, is this your home?" Pushing open the door, Han Fei gently ushered the boy inside. Seeing that the boy hadn't triggered anything, Han Fei entered the room himself.

The room and living room were neatly arranged, with fresh fruit on the coffee table, as if they were preparing to entertain some guests.

"How come the underground room is more normal than the room above ground?" Perhaps because there are no ghosts or monsters, there is not a trace of yin energy in this room, and it looks just like a real room.

Looking at the brightly colored fruit on the coffee table, Han Fei slowly approached. It was the first time he had ever seen real fruit in the Deep World.

Han Fei reached out to pick it up, but before his hand even touched the fruit plate, the fruit's bright red skin began to peel off, and several insects crawled out.

A brightly colored and beautiful fruit platter is like a breeding ground for insects; it looks pretty, but if you get too close, you might get bitten by poisonous insects.

As soon as he entered the house, the boy's expression changed noticeably. He habitually hunched over, looking as humble as a stray dog.

Seemingly afraid of getting the floor dirty, the boy slowly approached the bedroom door along the corner of the wall.

He wiped his hands on his clothes before daring to grab the bedroom doorknob and open the door.

A strong scent of perfume wafted from the room. The bedroom was large and luxuriously decorated, with the most eye-catching features being a large bed and a thick wardrobe.

The wardrobe faces the bed directly; if you hide inside the wardrobe, you can clearly see everything on the bed.

The boy's back was pressed against the door; he was a little hesitant to enter the room, but Han Fei eventually pushed him inside.

"It seems to be just an ordinary room?" Han Fei scanned the room, staring at all the items. There was a carpet on the floor, a large vanity mirror next to the bed, a projector on the bedside table, and a miniature wine cabinet in the corner of the room.

It's clear that the young couple living here values ​​their quality of life. However, although they do value their quality of life, perhaps because their family isn't wealthy, they can only make their outward appearance luxurious and upscale.

While Han Fei was looking around at the items in the room, the little boy walked over to the wardrobe, as if something inside was attracting him.

"Should we open it and take a look?" Han Fei urged from the side, and the boy finally grabbed the wardrobe door.
The little hand slowly opened the wardrobe, and a pungent stench wafted out, completely overpowering the perfume scent that filled the room.

Strange noises came from inside the wardrobe. After the faint black mist dissipated, Han Fei discovered a disfigured little boy locked inside.

The child was about the same age as the boy next to Han Fei, but his face was severely deformed and his hands and feet were swollen, making it impossible for him to climb out of the wardrobe on his own.

Seeing this chilling scene, Han Fei frowned. He also found several photos in the wardrobe.

The boy in the first photo is cute and normal, with curiosity and longing in his eyes, and a kind of vitality and beauty about him.

The second photo shows the same boy, but his expression has become blank, he is crying uncontrollably, and his hands and feet seem to have been injected with something. He seems more like an object than a life.

The boy in the third photo was unrecognizable; his body and face were completely deformed, and even his crying had stopped.

"How did such a cute boy gradually turn into this?"

Han Fei took out the blood-red paper doll from his inventory, intending to rescue the boy from the wardrobe. However, as soon as he got close, the boy's body began to crack, and black blood vessels wrapped around his heart like vines. As long as the boy left the wardrobe, those blood vessels would burst open.

The boy's skin in the closet had become almost transparent, and it was clear that his body contained not flesh and blood, but a nightmare that was slowly expanding.

Han Fei remained where he was, not daring to make any rash moves, but the little boy next to him ran over on his own initiative.

Whether he meant well or did it on purpose, he reached out and tried to pull the boy out of the closet.

As a result, the black blood vessels burst directly inside the boy's body, turning the originally ugly and deformed boy into a black mass of memories.

The memory was entirely composed of his pain, twisting and weaving itself, seemingly trying to merge into a nightmare.

This is a very rare situation where the child's nightmare explodes and is slowly absorbed by the wardrobe.

The stench emanating from the closet grew stronger; all traces of the child's past life had become part of the closet.

The boy seemed completely unprepared for this; he looked terrified.

"That kid is so cunning." Han Fei couldn't save the child, so he put away the three photos the child had left in the wardrobe.

The person is already dead; we can't leave his photo in the place he hated most.

When Han Fei's finger touched the photo, a system notification popped up in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000: You have successfully discovered one of the hidden quest items for the Death Curse quest—the Twisted Hatred of the Butterfly."

"Does this photo contain the butterfly's hatred? Is that beast subjecting other children to the same suffering he once endured?"

After putting away the photos and leaving the room, Han Fei looked at the rooms in the underground corridor and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He tried to open the door again. The layout and furniture placement of all the rooms in the basement seemed to be exactly the same, as if they were formed based on the memories of the same person.

What alarmed him even more was that there was also a huge wardrobe in the bedroom of this room.

Pushing open the cabinet door, you see a boy who has lost the ability to move, wearing a little girl's floral dress, his face completely deformed.

They had all lost their normal consciousness, and even if they felt pain, they were unable to express it clearly.

(End of this chapter)